Acquainted
1-16-17
Out of the genius of generosity
Acquainted with my own desires
Doing all I know for bow and sword
For battle we plunder their sheep and cattle
And make them lie down safely
For the Virgin espoused to one Husband
To baptize you with fire
And make you see the real me
Baals be remembered no longer
Armed as soon as fed is bread
Now that my mule is out of bed
For crossbones brooch our timely and generous
On another happy and solitary day of it for reconciliation
Go again, still growin' up....
Go Again
1-16-17
O, future Davidic kingdom
I see your loverman coming
Go again for now and it's Zen love
A woman of harlotries
Loving raisin cakes
You are my people and I am your God
O, Jezreel order up a coleslaw and cod
With a side dish of salad and Thousand Island dressing
Far from distressing to a delusive lilac vanity divulge
Get lucky tonight and do what is divined
For till stuffed snug and shouted till deaf
And dance with dust and a huge black lipstick kiss on my neck
O, what the heck....
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